In a memory

Remembering a group blog, which I was a part of. I’ve not lost the friends I made there, and recently reconnected with them through the Facebook group. But yeah, we’ve changed a bit from who we used to be, except for the love of the written word. Maybe the blog can one day get back to its glory days, who knows?! πŸ™‚

a memory I found yesterday,
penned where it can’t be lost,
where that memory was made;
it made the memory clearer,
took me back to that old place,
where many words once played.

it made me smile as I read on,
remember those who were close,
remember those good old days,
and how beautiful were those.

it made me think and wonder,
how time has made a mark,
for those who were in the light,
now felt but lost in the dark.

each had changed in ways,
that had felt impossible then,
then we had been so united,
by the power of words, our pen;
but somewhere deep within us,
the love for words stays the same,
it shows us the winding way,
back to from where we came.

(20th September 2014)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

14 thoughts on “In a memory”

  1. Moments may fade away to past and memories forgotten. Words are, but immortal. So isnt this love for words platonic and beyond the needles of time! Uh, rambling too much I’m right! Told all this, cause I liked this. Especially, the last lines πŸ™‚

    • Good ramble though, Paarukutty πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜€ Yes, that love for words is beyond time. Glad you liked this! πŸ™‚

  2. Well time always leaves it mark on people, especially those we meet after a long period of being away. I think the memories are the only things taht stay the same, and how fondly we remember them. Glad that you got back in touch with old friends πŸ™‚

    • Thanks, Jb πŸ™‚ Yeah. Even I am glad I got back in touch with them. There are some beautiful memories to remember for sure.

  3. A beautiful poem coming straight from the heart. Old friends, old memories and old words are always lying dormant, but when the time comes, they appear with a bang. Glad you have found your old friends. Why don’t you revive Haiku Heights? It is being missed by many Haiku lovers.

    • I know. It was nice to find them too, Usha ji πŸ™‚ As for HH, I don’t feel I’d be able to do justice to the blog. Besides, there is Carpe Diem and Haiku Horizons, and even Haiku My Heart pages to keep the prompts alive.

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